So, anyone into The Vampire Chronicles? Prolly not, but I decided to ask when I saw Babyjabba's blog about Anne Rice.

The vampires from Anne's Vampire Chronicles are my favorite type of vampires...I call the fangpires. Lestat is my favorite (I'm such a fan girl *snort*). I fell in love with the chronicles in sixth grade. I was at Books-a-Million and I saw it. I remember seeing Anne Rice's name on Twilight and decided to try it. It was like an addiction. I loved Anne's writing style and her captivating characters. Louis was a bit whiny, but that's part of his charm, I guess. Lestat was ENDLESS fun and he's such a freaking idiot. Armand is the original redheaded vampire (HA! Edward, HA!)...and quite a brat. Either way, the characters all made me love and hate them at one point or another.

I could drone on and on about how much I love the characters, or how much Lestat pwns Edward, but I think I'll just put some comics that make me smile:

Here are some portraits! Yay!

Lestat: http://browse.de


Claudia (the only vampire child I like):


Lestat (again, lol):

Lestat (once more...he's just so LOVABLE!):

Armand (once more):

Gabrielle (Lestat's mother):

Maharet and Mekare:

Here's a comparison of Interview with the Vampire and Twilight by Otaku998 from Deviantart:

Relationship between the main characters

Twilight: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him- and I didn't know how dominant that part might be- that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Interview: "Lestat, in fact, had aroused in me feelings which I hadn't wished to confide in anyone, feelings I'd wished to forget, despite Claudia's death. Hatred had not been one of them.

Vampires in the sunlight

Twilight: Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn't get used to it, though I'd been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.

Interview: "'You're carrying on badly,' Lestat said finally. 'And it's almost dawn. I should let you die. You will die, you know. The sun will destroy the blood I've given you, in every tissue, every vein. But you shouldn't be feeling this fear at all. I think you're like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel the pain where the arm or leg used to be.' Well, that was positively the most intelligent and useful thing Lestat had ever said in my presence, and it brought me around at once. 'Now, I'm getting into the coffin,' he finally said to me in his most disdainful tone, 'and you will get in on top of me if you know what's good for you.'

Transformation scenes

Twilight: The pain was bewildering. Exactly that- I was bewildered. I couldn't understand, couldn't make sense of what was happening. My body tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into a blackness that cut out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of agony, making it that much harder to keep up with reality. I tried to separate them. Non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much. Reality was red, and it felt like I was being sawed in half, hit by a bus, punched by a prize fighter, trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid all at the same time.

Interview: "As for my body, it was not yet totally converted, and as soon as I became accustomed to the sounds and sights, it began to ache. All my human fluids were being forced out of me. I was dying as a human, yet completely alive as a vampire; and with my awakened senses I had to preside over death of my body with a certain discomfort and then, finally, fear. I ran back up the steps to the parlor, where Lestat was already at work on the plantation papers, going over the expenses and profits for the last year. 'You're a rich man,' he said to me when I came in. 'Something's happening to me,' I shouted. "'You're dying, that's all; don't be a fool. Don't you have any oil lamps? All this money and you can't afford whale oil except for that lantern. Bring me that lantern.' "'Dying!' I shouted. 'Dying!' "'It happens to everyone,' he persisted, refusing to help me. As I look back on this, I still despise him for it.

Drinking animal blood

Twilight: "Bears?" I repeated with difficulty. "Grizzly is Emmet's favorite." His voice was still offhand, but his eyes were scrutinizing my reaction. I tried to pull myself together. "Hmmm," I said, taking another bite of pizza as an excuse to look down. I chewed slowly, and then took a long drink of Coke without looking up. "So," I said after a moment, finally meeting his now anxious gaze. "What's your favorite?" He raised an eyebrow and the corners of his mouth turned down in disapproval. "Mountain lion."

Interview: "'Rats can be quite nice,' he said. And he took the rat to the wine glass, slashed its throat, and filled the glass rapidly with blood. The rat then went hurtling over the gallery railing, and Lestat held the wine glass to the candle triumphantly. 'You may well have to live off rats from time to time, so wipe that expression off your face,' he said.

The vampire daughter

Twilight: The stranger-child in Rosalie's arms had to be weeks, if not months, old. She was maybe twice the size of the baby in my dim memory, and she seemed to be supporting her own torso easily as she stretched toward me. Her shiny bronze-colored hair fell in ringlets past her shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes examined my with an interest that was not at all childlike; it was adult, aware and intelligent. She raised one hand, reaching in my direction for a moment, and then reached back to touch Rosalie's throat.

Interview: "She was not a child any longer, she was a vampire child. 'Now, Louis was going to leave us,' said Lestat, his eyes moving from my face to hers. 'He was going to go away. But now he's not. Because he wants to stay and take care of you and make you happy.' He looked at me. 'You're not going, are you, Louis?' "'You bastard!' I whispered to him. 'You fiend!' "'Such language in front of your daughter,' he said. "'I'm not your daughter,' she said with the silvery voice. 'I'm my mama's daughter.' "'No dear, not anymore,' he said to her. He glanced at the window, and then he shut the bedroom door behind us and turned the key in the lock.

Daughterly love

Twilight: "I love you," I told her, "More than anything." "I love you too, Momma," She answered. She touched the locket at her neck, which now held a tiny photo of her, Edward, and me. "We'll always be together." "In our hearts we'll always be together," I corrected in a whisper as quiet as a breath. "But when the time comes today, you'll have to leave me." Her eyes widened, and she touched her hand to my cheek. The silent no was louder than if she'd shouted it.

Interview: "I had sunk to my knees at her side, and my arms were outstretched as if to enfold her. Yet I dared not touch her, dared not even say her name, lest my own pain break from me with the first syllable in a monstrous outpouring of hopelessly inarticulate cries. 'Oooh.' She shook her head now, squeezing the tears out onto her cheeks, her teeth clenched tight together. 'I love you still, but that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know how much I hate you!' She flashed at me through the red film that covered her eyes.

A little comic which makes me smile:

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